Youngest Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

he murmured. "I promise." "Grayson wasn't a normal guy as you thought. His eyes is opened in murder, dead bodies, crime when he was 13. He become the powerful mafia boss when his father pass the position to him after he died." Hold on a second, a mafia boss?! What the f— "He's a m-mafia boss?" I mumble. "Yes, Erika. You made a contract with the deadliest mafia boss in the city, and fulfilling your job will made you alive."

Lorenzo Age :27 years Mafia boss Dylan Age :25 years Under mafia boss (second in command) Xander (soon to be added) Twin of Xavier Age :24 years Doctor in mafia Xavier (soon to be added) Twin of Xander Age :24 years Work in mafia Colton Age :22 years lawyer in mafia Alex Age :20 years Study in 2nd year of college Noah Age :18years Study in high school 12th std Alesa Age :14 years High school Alexa Age :14 years High school

Nodding when he found that the younger was mentally present with them. The Mafia meeting passed in a blur, everything being of standard procedure with matters being put forward and resolved, certain plans being proposed and being either accepted, rejected, or contemplated by the Mafia Boss. Initially it used to irk Marco that he was the youngest there, but since Lucio had taken over his family, the youngest Regnante found himself in the company of the Alcuri Mafia Boss. Who, coincidentally, was housed on the floor beneath their suite in the hotel. If Marco wasn’t in Salvatore’s vicinity, then we was most definitely with the Alcuri Mafia Boss.

Not necessarily a good one, but a name nonetheless. He met Nic's mom, Marianna, at a local dance one night and the two became inseparable. They ended up having five children, while Nicolas's business grew from a smelly fish place, to his first restaurant, which was funded by crooked cops who came to conduct business with drug and weapons runners. Nicolas would turn a blind eye, and in return favor they would give him money and turn their heads away from his illegal numbers business. It was a perfect arrangement that worked well over the years.

"I'm itching to find out who that mafia boss is and bring him down," I whispered. "Don't get too excited. This mafia is big, most of the big companies here in Manila and other places are connected to them. This mafia is not easy so if you want to kill him, you just have to be tronger and not making weaknesses," he said and looked at our house. Is he saying Warren is my weakness? "What do you mean?" I asked him irritated. "I'm saying, I don't like him for you. I have a bad feeling about him," he said.

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

Seeing no respond Mubark laughed in understanding, it really didn’t take much for anyone to read the air. From my observation and the message earlier, Mubark was a contact chain leader, which meant amongst all criminals in this town he was the head. They had many smaller associations but no one carried out a deal without getting a lead from him. I still didn’t know what Information Klaus needed from him but if it regarded criminal activities in this town then he surely knew. Regardless of Klaus stares I had to go through with this. I had a plan and it wasn’t to thrown myself in exchange for that information but no one had to know just yet. I hadn’t casted Klaus a look since I sat, my attenti

I gave him a cocky grin, “But I just want to do it better.” Laughing, he nodded. “Well, I think you’re off to a good start. So, two brothers? How old are they and they both came to this school?” Slowly, I nodded, realizing I may have fucked up. He’d eventually know who I was, I just didn’t want to throw the fact I was a mafia boss’ daughter at him so soon. Maybe if I just kept it flippant, he let it go. “Yeah, two brothers. One is twenty-eight and the other twenty-one. My oldest brother graduated, the youngest one didn’t bother finishing stating that college wasn’t for him.”

he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h